She Choked on My Cock Then Pointed at the Lens

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She's on her knees, her mouth around him, her tongue tracing every inch. She's slow, so slow, savoring every moment. Her eyes flicker closed, then snap open, locked on you. You can feel your pulse racing, your breathing quickening.

Her hand wraps around the base, holding him steady as she takes more. She pulls back, just a little, her finger extending to point at what she's working so hard on. She's looking right at you, daring you to keep watching. Your hand is moving of its own accord now, matching her rhythm perfectly. You're getting harder by the second.

She's not going to let up until you can't take it anymore. And even then, she might not stop. Her eyes never leave yours, challenging you to edge closer and closer. How long will you last? Not much longer if she keeps this up. You can feel it building, the ache growing with every stroke. She knows exactly what she's doing to you...